It's me.
In you. Part of you.
Natural as can be.
Nestled among my pretty neighbors.
Singing to them, endlessly,
the traditional song of my people--
"Die, you jackasses. Make more room for me."
If I had a mind,
it would have a voice:
shredder, chipper.
White noise.
I give the gardener
something busy to do.
Listen to my heart beat:
"fuckyou, fuckyou, fuckyou..."
Love me or nuke me.
I don't care.
I'm nature's perfect engine.
Growing. Gaining. There.
Girl, I feel good,
but you're starting to look like shit.
I do what I do, that's Ms. Nature to you,
frightening Miss Muffet to bits.
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For Real Toads mini-challenge, "Making a heart out of wild plants." I chose the weed.
Natural as can be, nature's perfect engine, white noise ~ Weeds do make gardeners very busy, always growing & gaining ~ I love them in the wild but not beside my roses though ~
ReplyDeleteI like the voice Shay ~ Thanks for linking up with Sunday's challenge ~ Wishing you happy week/end ~
What a wonderful approach...through the eyes of weeds. Well done and enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteOnce I got over cracking ribs at the title, the macabre element of this seemingly light, rhymed song truly gave me the traditional creeps. To me (as I age and feel the vulnerability of them) my internal organs are not anything romantic, except maybe something out of a ballad of the doomed, like Charge of the Light Brigade--into the valley of death rode the pancreas and liver. Fine work with a dark bloody scalpel, Shay.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the title but you've nailed the voice of weeds with their in-your-face attitude knowing they'll outdo all the rest. Always seemed arbitrary what gets labeled as weeds anyway.
ReplyDelete"Die, you jackasses. Make more room for me." :D
ReplyDeleteThat's a nitty gritty viewpoint!
ReplyDeleteThis is a darkly dangerous voice at work here, Shay. It guess we have more of the weed in us than we would care to admit.
ReplyDeleteI love the picture too, and the green words taking up their space on the page/screen.
The first (and only) time I listened to music before reading the poetry. (This is my favorite LC song!) Love this poem ~~ Weeds can be disarmingly lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh my God. The title alone knocks me out........Then, "die, you jackasses. Make more room for me." Weeds are so human!!!!! Hilarious, sobering and thought-provoking,all in one go. How do you keep doing this?
ReplyDeleteyeah, i really like this. i tend to not want to ascribe the label "weed" to anything... yes there's this invasive vine growing everywhere here that i do pull, and really imagine it telling me to fuck off, it will get the best of me. oh, well.
ReplyDeleteThe challenge, as i understand it, was to write about nature within us. Does no one except for Hedge get it that I am writing about cancer here?
ReplyDeleteNice heartbeat, Weed. ;) Lovely work, as always.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I have met Daffodil Namaste hiding in my Day Lilies. She persists despite all, but you knew that .... You give her an authentic voice here, and you've picked the perfect song, laughter and all.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is inside ... all sorts of cancer. My reply is from within my poem, speaking of the isms that poison us. But I can speak of decay and cancer too if you wish. The weeds will NOT win.
ReplyDeleteOf course, it's all perfect, but I especially loved "Growing. Gaining. There." So sinister and so simple.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of point of view and what a unique voice to write from. Really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteweeds, cancer... ouch!
ReplyDeleteseems very scary .. i have new respect for weeds now
ReplyDeleteOur people have the same song!
ReplyDeleteI liked the unrepentant and relentless velocity of this malignant parasite. Reminds me of "The Cockroach Defense."
ReplyDeleteYou allowed the stink weed to bloom-we all have those weeds-to mange and not let take over our gray garden!
ReplyDelete..nuke me made me pause. The voice so hateful - the heartbeat surely trying to take over as cancer often does. No pity, the ending hauntingly frivolous.
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT! Only you would champion the weed, but that's because you have a very hardy nature, even if you don't see it sometimes.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part is the heart beat...I never realized "fuckyou" said three times actually sounds like a heartbeat:~)
See this is the advantage of reading everything out loud!!
this is raw and bold. my kinda poetry! the picture is most lovely! :)
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http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Ouch! Clever and funny but with real bite. K. Manicddaily
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